The cold, hard facts.

One thing the sleep technician disclosed to me was how to determine if someone warranted a sleep apnea machine or not. Sleep apnea is a very big problem that is often overlooked, but it can lead to strokes, heart attacks, dementia and even death. Reggie White died of it! Anyways, he said if someone scores a 15 on some test, meaning someone woke up about 15 times in an hour due to an inability to breathe, they needed a CPAP machine.

Curious, I asked him how the numbers get. He said he just did a sleep study on an elderly man who scored a 70, meaning he woke up roughly 70 times in an hour, not even getting a whole minute of rest. He said that in that state the body never reaches the deeper levels of sleep, never dreams, and never gets any true rest. Freaky, right?

In the morning, he comes in to wake me up (I'm already awake) and he tells me I scored a 105. That's five points away from the maximum, which is 110. Shaken but not quite stirred, I took it on the chin and asked him how the night went; watch anything good on Netflix? I asked, remembering we'd joked about how he passed the time. He said he was busy all night monitoring me so he couldn't really watch anything.

:C

I'm starkly reminded of the nurse who took my blood pressure and asked if I was woozy, or if I needed to sit down.

Speaking of, he took my blood pressure and weight. I knew Dr. Burritosmell's old-school scale was off, but I still have to admit; I'm disappointed with what I saw. I jotted it down, but I knew I'd memorize it anyway.

That's my blood pressure (159/108), my weight (483 :C), and my sleep apnea test results (105).

These shakes, this surgery, the CPAP machine... they can't come soon enough. I'm in a really bad way.